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Raghudon aka Raghu lives in Mumbai, India after having travelled a lot around the world. He also has a lot of friends who are nice and leave comments and nice things for him on this blogpage (get the hint??)
I am back to bloggging after a long time. Lets see how useful this avatar of the blog turns out to be1

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Crimes can be forgiven but never go unpunished. Especially the heinious crimes that we are talking about. I dont understand what could be the reasoning behind the rapes and murders of children and unprotectable women. Surendra is not a “human”

There can be no pardon for the monstor he is. He can only be sent to the gallows. He should be mde a spectacle and he should be made to talk LIVE in pubic as to what he has to say. It would be interesting to see the way a monster reacts to the punishments

The government is eager to please the vote bank. So instead of looking at matter correctly, they went head over heels to announce 2 lakhs and 5 lakhs to the family members. Is that the best the government could do?

I think we live more and more with the insulated environments and the “chalta hain” atitudes. Its sad to see the humiliating stories in the media - something that jarrs the very essence of our beings. I dont even want to put myself in the hoes of the victims kin to see how i would have reacted.

We are still living in the jungle law - the strongest survive... but its high time we break away the shackles of mediocrity and learn to value the human spirit - the spirit that is embodied by the mythical heroes of mythology and the protagonists of the classical Randian novels (fountainhead and atlas shrugged)

Monday, January 08, 2007

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar......and the coffee.

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.

He then asked the students if the jar was full.

They agreed that it was.

So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous "Yes."

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.

The golf ball are the important things--your family, your children, your health, your friends, your favorite passions--things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.

The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car.

The sand is everything else--the small stuff."

"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18 holes. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.

"Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Just saw on TV the shameful act of a mob molesting a couple at the gateway of india. This is by far the first incident i have heard of such a big lot ofpeople molesting a girl. Otherwise in bombay its always been a couple of people doing it and the mob wtching like sheep/ voyers.

A young woman was groped by some 60 perverts in plain public view, while her male friend, who tried to protect her, was pushed aside violently.http://www.mid-day.com/news/city/2007/january/149380.htmThe girl was screaming for help but her voice was drowned in the commotion. Her companion tried to shield her but found himself helpless.

The presence of 50-odd policemen at the site did not deter them. Even as she cried pitifully, they pulled at her dress, leaving it torn from below the waist.

In the middle of this pushing and shoving, the girl fell down. The wild men, taking advantage of her, pounced on her with even more venom. After an agonising 10 minutes, the two managed to extricate themselves from the crowd and leave the venue.

Its sad to note the disgusting mentalty pf the people ... I am shocked.

Why is it that we dont respect the women here as much as the west? this public anoymous molesting does it give the does any pleasure? it definitely will have left a scar on the poor girl who will remember it for the rest of her life and will NEVER go to a crowded area again...

the media is now projecting the pictures of the people who were in the mob. They should be paraded out and have all women stand in a circle around them and throw thorney rocks at them... thatll curb their horney instincts